Texas Sun

 

Light bent around the aluminum grandstands

as heat from the turf radiated upwards.

Ice crackles as it is poured into mountanous

coolers lining the field.

They are untouchable.

"You must earn your water gentleman"

He struggled beneath the weight

of the oven protecting his head.

The Texas Sun

has them right where she wants them

His knees quiver

he looks over at the coolers.

"RUN THE PLAY AGAIN"

sweat cascades down the side

of his sunburnt face.

He hears a ringing in his ears.

A whistle? Water breal?

"BACK ON THE LINE"

He can't feel his legs

Everthing is goes dark.

 

 

"GET UP SON!"

 

His body lay motionless on the blistering turf.

Squeezed dry like a sponge by

The Texas Sun

"SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE"

Too late.